. The floral kingdom : its history, sentiment and poetry : A dictionary of more than three hundred plants, with the genera and families to which they belong, and the language of each illustrated with appropriate gems to poetry . Flower language; Flowers in literature. ris*^' Smtlttil" Sarsaporillo. Natural Ordpjk: .Smilaceoe — Smilax Family. OR cleansing impurities from the human system the root of the Sarsaparilla has long been held in high estimation, and, though it has been supplanted to some extent by other remedies, it is still imported in large quantities from South ^»a America, whe
. The floral kingdom : its history, sentiment and poetry : A dictionary of more than three hundred plants, with the genera and families to which they belong, and the language of each illustrated with appropriate gems to poetry . Flower language; Flowers in literature. ris*^' Smtlttil" Sarsaporillo. Natural Ordpjk: .Smilaceoe — Smilax Family. OR cleansing impurities from the human system the root of the Sarsaparilla has long been held in high estimation, and, though it has been supplanted to some extent by other remedies, it is still imported in large quantities from South ^»a America, where the natives gather it in the woods on the ^^eio banks of the Tigre, Ucayale and other rivers, and pack it in large bales ready for shipment. Another species of the same plant belonging to the order Araliaceas, grows abundantly throughout the Northern States. It flourishes best in rich, rocky soil. The root differs materially from that of the first mentioned, which is long and slender, the North American variety being thick and fleshy. The latter is sometimes substituted for the former by druggists in their preparations, and is supposed to have similar iir|i$n$ttt^. T HIS sad experience cites me to reveal, And what I dictate is from what I feel. —Prior. r\ FATE! all left behind, I follow thee adown the bitter road, With weary feet, and heavy eyes and blind. That leadeth to thy far unknown abode; Xo need, then, with thy stings my flesh to goad. Keep them for those that strive with thee in vain. And leave me to my constant, weary pain. — William Morris. TITORLD'S use is cold — world's love is vain — World's cruelty is bitter bane; But pain is not the fruit of pain. —Mrs. Browniiig. r\ TEACH him, while your lessons last, ^-' To judge the present by the past; Remind him of each wish pursued. How rich it glow'd with promised good; Remind him of each wish enjoy'd. How soon his hopes possession clov'd. PXPERIENCE, join'd to common sense, To mortals is a pro
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